Long time Captain of the Grungi's Face, and Later The Grund, Captain Brokka has won respect and loyalty of her Kharadron crew by dragging them through countless fierce battles with the judicious use of her bellowing commands and prized Volley Gun. The rumors say that...
Amandion Sizzlelust seems to be just a really nice guy. Team Sparkles found him in the Lower Tier of Brightspear as they sought out what would eventually become a Gnawhole under the city. Considering he lives in Brightspear, under the High Tier, he seems to smell...
Vista Boldsworn is a Fyreslayer smith found in the Upper Tier of Brightspear. He was once convinced to drink a concoction that, unbeknownst to him, made him fall head-over-heels for Brogut Facebeater. The effects have since worn off, but even to this day he gets a...
Halard Jasten was a Cult of Tzeentch leader in the city of Brightspear. He had used powerful Chaos magic to keep "The Shimmering Tower" from being detected, all the while bolstering the cult's forces. The cult had been kidnapping those that wouldn’t be missed from the...
A shrill shriek echoes off the damp forest of mushrooms as a tall Grot appears not far from where the group unceremoniously landed. Bulbous mushrooms pierce his skin and his eyes are lit with wicked madness. His skin and clothing are soaked through, as if he has just...
Brightspear is the new name for a city that has stood for centuries. Founded by the ancient Agloraxian Empire, the city is built atop a sprawling underground complex — an Agloraxian Citadel created to shelter the Agloraxians and withstand cataclysmic events....
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Once one of nine high scholars of the Ventemente Mageocracy in Hysh. He spent most of his life researching into the symbols and meanings of ancient runes from the age of chaos. His main focus was upon the many skulls found in sacrificial pits and temples, etchings on foreheads that were thought to have higher meaning that were lost to time. His findings told of great portents but he was mocked and ridiculed for his strange obsessions with such occult matters.
When a tide of chaos raiders attacked the city, he was denounced as a cursed scholar and having brought doom to their esteemed city. His fellow scholars betrayed him, hoping to oust him from the council and exile him from the city. Their screams echoed the halls of the citadel chambers as he used ancient blood rituals to tear their skulls from their writhing bodies. He had mastered the skull runes and with this, he could control a rift into the chaos realm by the skulls he bore. His journey eventually led him into the ranks of Lord Aichmos, bearing the banner of the blood secrator and bringing the swirling madness of the chaos realm wherever his fetish skulls followed.
The creature known only as Lash the stampede is a strange one. He did not find his way into the ranks of the Bloodtide by martial prowess, but by his ability to inspire. A once slave arena master, he was cruel as he was ugly. A bestial fanged maw bellowed out orders while the traumatic crack of his whips sent hordes of slaves into a bloodthirsty frenzy. As if whipped into a trance by his suicidal commands and the dolorous sting of his barbed whips. He turned hundreds maybe thousands of otherwise craven slaves into an frenzied stampede of flesh and blades.
Seeing his potential, Kron Goretooth enlisted his help into the army of the Bloodtide, now using his whips to send already savage warriors into relentless killing machines. They rush the enemy with reckless abandon, his cracking whips singing in the distance urging them on to ever more bloodshed.
Unknown where he came from or his purpose, this being lives only for slaughter. He has massacred armies by the thousands, rending through flesh and bone as if a farmer’s scythe through a field of grass. He speaks no words and is seen as a menace by many that would call him ally. The only sounds that he makes are guttural noises and malicious laughter when he is deepest in the enemy lines and surrounded by screaming bodies.
IMPORTANT NOTE: This was done in collaboration with Keza and is a continuation of their writing submission. I forgot to put that in the Narrative Summary. Sorry.Aengellania knelt beside the unconscious Jean. The warrior was still breathing normally and her pulse was...
There were only a few candles lit in Aengellania's room. She was poring over tomes recovered from the library when they blew out. In the dark, she feels a presence behind her. The visions of the bloodbath in Choggrish market assailed Aengellania at first, but she...
It was a pleasant day in Lahar. Perhaps not perfect or beautiful, and there was still likely a battle in the days ahead. But the water in the river was clean, the wind was cool, and the forest around Améline was quiet as she knelt beside the running water.At least no...